Meira
maybe then
I'd feel alive without you
T
he usually quiet streets of Delumine have roared to life with the announcement of the Spring Festival. There are so many bodies swimming through their streets, and on their borders now. Meira can't be sure if Sebastien will show his face here. The vile man never could resist a party, but at least her daughter was safe. Callynite made sure of that, just as she was making sure that things didn't get too rowdy. In a few moments though one of her fellow soldiers approached her and announced that her shift was over. The slate man encouraged her to join the fun, and she offered him a faint smile. Fun was the last thing on her mind since her daughter had been born. All she had the time to do anymore was make sure she was safe and far far away from Sebastien. Illia was somewhere safe, at least when she had to attend to duty she could be sure of that. The doe Sovereign had convinced her that Dawn would be safe. It might not ever feel like Solterra, but at least it was still home. As Meira hit the streets she spotted a stranger who had gotten tangled up in some of the fabrics dangling carelessly into the street. Decorations or not that seemed like a hazard. The striped mare gave a slight shrug of her shoulders and continued on in the same direction as the stranger. She hadn't anticipated that they'd had the same idea in finding a more secluded spot outside of the bustle of the festival. Her blue eyes studied the stranger a few moments as she arrived at the lonely bonfire shortly after him. There was an awkward silence that passed between them, with Meira unsure of if she was supposed to strike up a conversation. In the distance, she heard Illia's giggle and her head swiveled to find her daughter playing with someone else near another bonfire. Another child of Dawn she'd recognized at least. Her racing heart settled and relief seemed to cross her face momentarily. Meira peered deeply into the base of the fire as the warm tones lit up her face.
The striped soldier let her gaze flicker back to the stranger. It would be nice to talk to someone who didn't know her for once. "Pesky fabric back there, eh? It's pretty but not very practical." Meira offered in an attempt to be friendly. The words tasted foreign on her tongue. Meira wasn't known for being a diplomat, or even friendly. Loneliness was insidious.
@Liseli I hope you don't mind Meira dropping in here <3 I love Liseli (totally didn't stalk his profile :D) and how you write him <3 <3
